'Ding dong the witch is dead' the song goes and my mind goes flashing back with it -- to Doug's dong and the first time I had sex. Not that I was born when 'The Wizard of Oz' came out but it's frequently on TV especially at Christmas and that's when I had the full mistletoe experience.

Friends of the family can get very friendly sometimes especially when they're full of the Christmas spirit, not to mention hornier than a sprig of holiday holly. My mother's best girl friend came to stay with her husband and son and guess who had to share a bed with the son. Right first time. Little-ole me although I was only just eighteen at the time and greener than an entire field of cabbages.

My mother was a bit of a religious fanatic. What I call a sex stifler. She gave me all kinds of hang ups. For starters, she constantly warned me from the tender age of five that God was watching me and then from fifteen or so onwards tried to impress on me that if sex ever reared its ugly head I was to look the other way before I saw the rest of it. Poor deluded creature -- she wasn't to know that the happy event was going to be conceived in my very own bed and between her immaculately laundered sheets. While baby Jesus was tucked up safely in his manger and my fond mamma was downstairs celebrating the event with her guests I was having the ass fucked off me by her best friend's son. He was only six years older than me but of course had much more experience.

It started like this. He snuggled up to me and told me horny bedside stories of the wonders of the female pussy and got himself all excited and then proceeded to plunder my unsuspecting ass. I learned a very important lesson that night. Men, especially so-called straight men, are a mass of contradictions and you have to quit listening to what they're saying and tune your dick into what they mean. Inexperienced as I was I knew before the night was over that my butt was giving Doug's dong absolute satisfaction and was much more than a mere pussy substitute for him. In fact he came back to spend more Christmas holidays with us, once without his parents, and I knew it wasn't just for my mother's cooking. Anyway back to the night sex raised its anything but ugly head.

I liked him the moment I laid eyes on him but all the talk of his fabulous girl-friend at the dinner table dampened any desires I might have had of surrendering my cherry to him even if my pants dampened juicily at the very sight of him. I was so embarrassed and uncomfortable. I'd never had a wet dream in broad daylight before. I sat with my napkin on my lap convinced that everybody must know what was happening to me under the table. Especially Doug. I liked everything about him. His hair, the expression on his beautiful dark face - his father was Sicilian -- his smile, his laugh and, last but not least, his gym-toned body. Our house didn't have a shower but I sure as hell hoped I'd get a glimpse of him in the tub or something. Or watch him undress before he came to bed.

Everybody got ready to play cards but I excused myself, feigned sleep and scuttled off. The bedroom was freezing. We don't have central heating either. The sheets, as always, were icy and damp. I thought of borrowing the electric fire from my parents' room but I must have dozed off because the next thing I heard was Doug's voice. "It's colder than a witch's tit in here," he said.

There he goes again I thought still speaking about tits. I looked over my shoulder and was just in time to see him discarding his shirt and pants before jumping under the covers. I was already hard before he even entered the bed. His body was divine and he was naked except for a pair of baggy shorts. They didn't stay on him long either. I heard - and felt - him slipping out of them. I don't think I've ever had a more dick tingling experience in my life. The silky slide and slither of his shorts and the feel of his leg, or most probably his dong, brushing against my thick flannel pajamas as he silently slipped them under his pillow, is still number one on my list of erotic memories.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" he asked.

"My flannel pajamas," I said. "It's the only way to stay warm in these parts."

"Don't they make you itchy?" he said, his teeth chattering.

"A bit," I said "but they serve their purpose. Don't you feel cold without pajamas?"

"Must say I do. The thing is I usually wrap my girlfriend around me. She keeps me warm."

There was a long silence as if he was considering what he was going to say.

"Do you mind if I snuggle up to you?" he said eventually, "Until I get warm."

There was a long silence from my part of the bed too only broken by my mother's voice.

"Don't forget to turn out the light," she shouted up the stairs.

Before I could make a move, Doug was out of bed and back in again. It was all over in a flash but it was enough for me to get a delicious eyeful of his awesome pumice stone butt as he ran across the room to the light switch and the boner to beat all boners just before he plunged us into darkness. He didn't wait for me to answer his question but pushed his hard-on hard up against me.

"I'm cold as ice and horny as hell," he said, as if it wasn't absolutely and wonderfully obvious.

He put his hands around my waist and inched his way down until he met my own mega-boner.

"Feels like you're pretty horny too," he laughed. "What are we going to do about it?"

"I don't know," I said shyly, as he slipped a cold hand inside my warm pajamas.

"The first thing we have to do," he said as he stripped me like a banana, "The first thing we have to do is get you out of these dick downers so we can keep each other warm just like the Eskimos do."

I knew it was Christmas and all that but I also knew all my Christmases seemed to be coming at once. I'd never had anyone undress me in bed before and I'd never had one stroking my dick quite like he was doing either. Meanwhile his own dick was brushing insistently against my butt and I had a pretty good idea where it wanted to go. I couldn't believe this was happening right over the heads of my parents and his parents. While they were getting hot under the collar downstairs trying to beat each other at a game of poker we were coolly poking each other with our dicks.

"Have you ever been fucked?" he asked me.

"No," I said, "but I want to be."

"I don't think we can risk it now," he said. "Maybe later when they're all asleep."

"Ok," I said, willing to settle for anything as long as he didn't stop stroking my dick.

"Of course I wouldn't be doing this if I had my girl-friend with me," he said.

"Of course," I said, pushing my ass down firmly on his dick and making it even harder.

"Don't tease," he said.

"Why not?" I said.

"Because if you continue like that I'm going to fuck you anyway and fuck the consequences."

His mention of the word 'consequences' cooled the ardour of my hot ass no end. No pun intended. The thought of my mother busting in as he bust my ass was too horrible to contemplate.

"Jerk me off then," I said.

"If I service you, you'll have to service me," he said, "It's only fair."

"Ok," I said, wondering if he meant what I thought he meant.

That's when he started to extol the qualities of the female membrane. If I hadn't been so all-fired hot it would have been a real downer. He licked the inside of my ear and made me feel like I was under water. He whispered horny obscenities into it as he pumped the shit out of my dick. Then he told me to lick the palm of his hand in the same way and make it as moist as his girl friend's pussy.

"How moist is that?" I asked.

"Just go on licking and I'll tell you," he said, adding some of his own spittle for good measure.

When between us we'd accumulated a nice little pool Doug rubbed the mixture all over my dick. He rubbed it in and rubbed it up, funnelling my dick with his firm fist till I was halfway to the ceiling. What made it doubly exciting was that he had to do it so God damn quietly and slowly. Even so I wanted it to go on forever. I also wanted to groan and cry with the sheer pleasure of it. So much so that more than once he had to take his hand from my dick and put it over my mouth. That was pretty exciting too as it tasted of his pre-cum. He'd used that as lube as well. And all the while the bastard was giving me pussy talk when all I really wanted was pillow talk and the chance to feel him inside me. Still I persevered. If the only way I could get him excited was letting him talk about his boring girlfriend then so be it. I'd never had it so good. Finally I came in a long hiccuping spasm.

He rubbed the hot sticky cum all over my chest and rubbed his hot leaking dickhead deep into my ass crack. It was a magic moment. I'd relaxed so much now that I was ready to entertain my new guest as I'd never entertained a guest before. I could feel his mushroom head oozing its way in slowly but surely at my open invitation. Beginner's luck. No lube or anything. But strangely I didn't need any. You see by now he was producing so much of his own that my asshole must have been as moist, if not moister, than his girlfriend's famous pussy. I held my breath in trembling anticipation and gulped. He was nearly there. I was about to get my first fabulous butt-blowing fuck. You would have thought I was at the dentist's or something. I opened my butt wide and said aaaahhh.

His gorgeous dick hit my love button and I hit an operatic top note any soprano would have been proud of. It was then that I heard my mother starting up the stairs with my father bidding everyone good night and Merry Christmas. As always her timing was perfect. It was just as if she knew what was happening. I managed to turn my rapturous cries into a butt felt seasonal greeting.

"Merry Christmas mom," I screamed between pangs of impure pleasure. "Merry Christmas dad."

"Merry Christmas Joncy, Merry Christmas Doug. Do you need anything?" my mother asked.

Doug wiggled his dick even further inside me and assured her we had everything we needed.

"No thanks Mrs. Charles, we're fine." he said, and we were. Finely joined.

Things quietened down a bit after that. Except for the bed that is. It was a bit of a squeaker. And a squealer. It was almost as if the springs had been trained to send out alarm messages to my mother at the first sign of any sexual activity. And we were both feeling very sexually active. Fortunately my parents' bedroom was on the other side of the house but even so those springs did sing.

"Sorry," I said as the mattress gave way beneath us.

"Don't worry," he said, "We can build a bed on the floor."

This of course meant that his dick had to leave my butt temporarily. A turning point in our newly forged relationship because it reminded Doug he had to go to the bathroom. When he returned after what seemed forever he confessed to me that he'd jerked off.

"I didn't mean to," he said. "But your butt got me so excited and my dick was too hard for me to piss so I had to jerk off," he added sounding like a child explaining to the teacher why he was late for school.

What could I say? I couldn't really say anything but felt that Christmas was already over for me as Doug's dick was like a deflated balloon and, in spite of my valiant attempts to turn the conversation towards the subject of pussy, wouldn't blow up again. No way.

"Don't worry," he said for the second time that night. "I'll be as fresh as a daisy in the morning."

We got back into the squeaking bed and cuddled ourselves to sleep.

I woke to the melancholic sound of fog horns - we lived by the sea - and the marvellous feel of Doug's half hard-on against me. I don't know what possessed me. Instinct I suppose. I burrowed under the bed clothes to get a good look at his dick and it looked so inviting, so reminiscent of my first lollipop, that it was in my mouth and swelling to its super-natural size before I had time to say good morning. The rest of him was still half asleep and he wriggled and writhed and said things like... 'Oh yeah, that feels great,' and 'Wow man where did you learn to do that?'

I didn't know actually. Another case of beginner's luck I suppose although I must admit I scraped his dick with my teeth a few times until I learned to suck him with my lips and lick him with my tongue. My mouth was a quick learner and his wriggles and writhes and the mournful sound of the foghorns accompanying his appreciative moans and groans both spurred and turned me on.

Once again I couldn't believe all this was happening in my own bed. Those horny foghorns were warning sailors to keep off the rocks and here I was blowing my lover's horn and sucking his rocks. I knew he was my lover by the way he ran his fingers lovingly through my hair and by the way he pushed my face further into his love parts and never breathed one word about pussy although his breaths were coming fast and furious and I thought for one magnificent moment he was going to shoot his load. I could already taste the salty tang of his pre-cum on the tip of my tongue.

'Wow man right on,' he said. 'Lube it up good and then open wide and let me in.'

'Ok,' I said, happy to do whatever he asked me.

I was rewarded by him telling me to turn over so that he could give me a good licking too.

That first feel of his hot tongue plating my asshole has never been repeated and I still go hard every time I remember it. Now it was my turn to say, 'Wow man right on,' although 'right up' would have been nearer the mark for he was soon grinding me all the way to heaven.

'Remember not to make too much noise,' he said. 'Mothers and walls have very sharp ears.'

And Sicilian sons have very strong dongs I thought to myself as I shoved my face in my pillow in a vain attempt to stifle my cries as he shoved his dick further and harder up my love chute.

'Ooooh, aaaahh, yeehh,' I breathed through my teeth and bit my lip while he broke my butt.

'Fuck, you've got the greatest fucking ass I've ever fucked,' he said, making me wonder just how many that would be. Better not to think about it and enjoy I told myself, and I certainly did that.

Soon in spite of the bleak mid-winter morning we were drenched in sweat and cum. And not a little blood either. If we'd been in Sicily I could have proudly shown everyone my sheets to prove I was no longer a virgin. As it was I had to quickly make the bed with new ones and hide the others at the bottom of my wardrobe. I'd have to do a quick laundry job next time my parents went to church. Thankfully they had long given up insisting I went along.

When we'd repaired the damage to the bed - and to each other - we opened the window wide to get rid of the smell of spunk and climbed gratefully between the clean sheets. It was cuddle time again.

Looking back on that yuletide madness I realize that besides his long beautiful penetrating dong it was the warm, intimate moments I remember most. And the risks we took of course. He really was a nice guy. And a great fuck. It's a pity we lost touch after a while. I often wonder what happened to him and whether he went back to pushing pussy. Somehow I really doubt it. We both left quite an impression on each other that Christmas. Maybe he's somewhere in England - or the world - looking at 'The Wizard of Oz' and remembering me too.

The wicked witch may be long gone but Doug's dong lives on.